#tmr open

“Eh... It’s starting to get colder...”

Life was so boring for Mick. He could stomach not having Rocket around to do what he wanted, but normal society did not make this easy for him. This wasn’t fun. Nothing was fun. This was exactly why he’d joined Rocket the first place. The most exciting thing he got out of a day now was violently misspelling names on the side of coffee cups, but even that got kind of tiresome after a while. He needed to do something fun. Something exciting.

Mick is walking down the sidewalk from his work. It’s cold out and his hands are stuffed into his pants’ pockets. Even at night, Celadon is bustling with activity. Sometimes he misses the quietness of Ecruteak, but at the same time, hell no. This city still stirs up memories of Rocket too. It was their home base in Kanto and, as far as he knew, the Game Corner’s basement still held the hideout underneath. He always wants to sneak back in there for old time’s sake, but never does.

Still, it makes him crave the old days. He wants to be a criminal again. It’s pathetic, in a way, but it’s all he ever knew. It’s all he was ever good at. Every day Mick goes home from work and there’s an inkling of a thought in the back of his head. Maybe, just maybe... he could go back to his ways for a night. Just one night, and then he’d get it out of his system and he could go on his merry way back to his shit job.

Mick stops in the middle of the sidewalk, glancing left and right at the buildings that surrounded him. It... wouldn’t be too bad, would it? If he didn’t get caught? He’s holding up the foot traffic, so he steps to the side, leaning against the cold brick of an apartment complex. Across the street, he can see the blinding neon lights of the Game Corner. His former home. He probably knew it better than anyone else working there now.

He decides to go for it. It’s probably a really poor decision, but Mick isn’t the type to make the smart kind of choices. Still, he knew where the cameras were in there. He knew what types to prey on. It’d be easy work as long as he didn’t get too overconfident.

The only thing Mick didn’t account for was his rustiness. The methods of theft were still ingrained in his mind, but lack of practice is what seems to ruin him. He’d nearly gotten caught two times just after twenty minutes or wandering the casino. He’d bumped into some asshole just as he was about to snatch a wallet from another guy. He knocked over a drink at a slot machine, soaking the coins of the stranger sitting there. So far, not so good. But Mick had been caught up in the adrenaline of it all, he couldn’t possibly care.

Mick finally has some luck when he spots a bag and a case of coins, left unattended. No one was looking in his direction. The area was relatively empty. If he could just come up and grab it then he’d duck the hell out of there, happy with his night. Er, in the casino, at least. Mick approaches the bag and case and takes the case carefully, stuffing it into the bag. He looks around before taking the bag and placing it on his shoulder. And, just as he began to turn to walk away, he noticed someone staring.

...They noticed that he was stealing the bag and case, hadn’t they.

Goddamn it.

[🌠] — 10:59PM

    Puffing her cheeks out, the blonde tugged at her jacket. It was cold, but she felt distant to it like she was aware of the chill biting at her face but unaffected. Like a ghost. Trending down the worn trail as the wind blew she stared blankly up at the moon, the sun was long gone and she didn't know the time. She didn't care either, she felt like she was being called out by the night sky, and she couldn't sleep until she answered this call. It's been happening a lot lately and she was growing quite tired of it. Some nights she didn't sleep until the sun rose completely. 

     It was as if the moon was her sun. At least that was the kinda poetic shit she kept saying. Man was she good. The chubby girl patted her thighs to locate her pockets. Dang, she didn't have a pen; she could have gotten like one hundred likes on pokegram. Sighing, white mist poured from her mouth, billowing out before fading. Oh it is cold. I shouldn't be out here... How cold does it have to be to see your breath? What if I pass out and die?! Could that happen? Oooh my outfit is totally ugly today!! I can't die wearing this!!!!

      In her distracted state of mind she forgot to watch her step and slipped in the dewy grass crashing down on her side and onto the damp ground. OW ow ow ow! The soaked teen let out an angry sob after falling down and stumbling several times. Pulling out her xtransceiver and staring at the time her whining grew louder. 3:45 AM

She stared out of the window, watching the raindrops fall. It was rather soothing to watch and hear. It was like a small orchestra of tiny droplets, playing a soothing sound that could calm down most people. Blue was currently sitting in a booth in a cafe, passing time.

He wasn't a baker, yet that didn't matter. 

Often times he would find himself baking a dessert that wasn't even for himself, but rather did it for that enticing sensation he would get whenever he finished one. He wasn't completely obsessed with it, however, such pastries would always become a waste since he wasn't one to indulge in sweets. The Battle Castle's kitchen was a place in which he somewhat adored though, and for that reason he occasionally visited.

Today he decided to bake a Dacquoise, a delicacy that was enjoyed by many. Humming the ingredients to himself, he began taking out a couple of culinary utensils to prepare the recipe. But the valet paused when he felt a presence behind him, and immediately turned around to see someone wandering around the kitchen.

She sighed as she looked at her notebook for what seemed like the thousandth time. She was feeling rather bored, and what does she do when she was bored. Find something fun. And what could be more fun than doing morally incorrect things such as volunteering for a worthy cause or stealing/conning someone away from their money. In her defence, she was just taking a walk and merely picked up a random wallet with the full intention of returning it to its rightful owner. She was not entirely a thief.